Haji was a punk just like any other boyAnd he never had no trouble till he started up his Oi bandSafe in the garage or singing in the tubTill Haji went too far and he plugged in at the pub

'Twas a cold Christmas eve when Trevor and the skinsPopped in for a pint and to nick a back of crispsTrevor liked the music but not the unityHe unwound Haji's turban and he knocked him to his knees

If God came down on Christmas DayI know exactly what he'd sayHe'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skinsBut Oi to the world and everybody wins"

Haji was a bloody mess, he ran out through the crowdHe said "We'll meet again we are bloody but not unbowed"Trevor called his bluff and told him where to meetChristmas Day on the roof down at 20 Oxford Street

If God came down on Christmas DayI know exactly what he'd sayHe'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skinsBut Oi to the world and everybody wins"

On the roof with the nun chucks Trevor broke a lot of bonesBut Haji had a sword like that guy in Indiana Jones

Police sirens wailing, a bloody dying manHaji was alone and abandoned by his bandTrevor was there fading and still so full of hateWhen the skins left him there and went down the fire escape(Oi, Oi)

And then Haji saw the north star shining more then everSo he made a tourniquet from his turban saving TrevorThey repelled down the roof with the rest of the turbanAnd went back to the pub where they bought each other bourbon

If God came down on Christmas DayI know exactly what he'd sayHe'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skinsBut Oi to the world and everybody wins"

If God came down on Christmas DayI know exactly what he'd sayHe'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skinsBut Oi to the world and everybody wins"(Oi, Oi)